Rakish Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 542: Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand

"There's nothing I can't talk about, since you want to know, I'll tell you." Liu Dashuan sighed and began his story.

A few years ago, Liu Dashuan's wife was diagnosed with leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant surgery.

To treat his wife's illness, Liu Dashuan spent all of the savings they had, but it still wasn't enough.

Liu Dashuan had no relatives or friends to turn to, so in desperation, he had to borrow money from someone—the owner of the Black Dragon Night Club, Li Heilong.

When borrowing the money, Liu Dashuan agreed with Li Heilong on an interest rate of twenty percent per annum.

But after signing the loan contract and receiving a hundred thousand yuan, Liu Dashuan realized he'd been deceived; the contract's terms were indeed twenty percent interest, but it was not annual—it was monthly.

In other words, for the principal of a hundred thousand yuan Liu Dashuan borrowed, he would incur an interest of twenty thousand yuan every month, amounting to two hundred and forty thousand in a year.

That was no small sum.

What's more crucial is that even with the borrowed money, Liu Dashuan's wife couldn't overcome her illness and passed away not long after.

Having lost his wife and being in deep debt, Liu Dashuan suddenly plunged into hell.

Had it not been for his daughter, Liu Dashuan might have already sought a deserted place to commit suicide.

"That Li Heilong is despicable!" Ye Ling'er said, biting her silver teeth in anger.

"It's outright immoral," Li Qianfan chimed in.

Liu Dashuan gave a bitter smile and said, "Indeed, what can I do? He's a big boss, the head of the Black Dragon Group with hundreds of subordinates. How can I possibly deal with him?"

Ye Ling'er tugged at Li Qianfan's sleeve, seemingly wanting to say something.

Li Qianfan understood her intention and said, "Here's what we'll do, you and your daughter don't do business tonight. Hurry up, pack your things, and go home to avoid the Black Dragon Group retaliating. I'll go have a talk with Li Heilong tomorrow, to get him to cancel your debt."

"What? You're going to meet Li Heilong? Forget it, young man. I know you're a good person, but it's too dangerous," Liu Dashuan shook his head repeatedly.

"I know what I'm doing, and you don't need to worry; just wait for my news."

Li Qianfan and Liu Dashuan exchanged phone numbers, and then Li Qianfan pulled out his wallet to settle the bill.

Liu Dashuan, overwhelmed with gratitude, said, "No need to pay, you've already helped me so much, how could I take money from you? Consider this meal my treat as a small token of my appreciation."

"That won't do, not paying for a meal would make us look foolish," Liu Qianfan said.

Li Qianfan smiled, took out several hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them into Liu Dashuan's hand, saying, "Keep the change, running a small business isn't easy."

After leaving these words, Li Qianfan took Ye Ling'er and strode away.

Watching the receding figures of Li Qianfan and Ye Ling'er, Liu Dashuan couldn't take his eyes off them for a long time.

Liu Xiaoyue whispered, "Dad, that big brother is so handsome."

"Indeed, quite handsome," Liu Dashuan laughed.

The 'handsome' that Liu Dashuan spoke of was clearly not about Li Qianfan's looks.

Li Qianfan's appearance could only be considered above average, not transcending the range of ordinary people.

The hour was late. After parting with Ye Ling'er, Li Qianfan didn't head home right away; instead, he made a trip to a large pharmacy.

Li Qianfan bought dozens of medicinal herbs and took them home, where he locked himself in his room and busied himself with his work.

He toiled away until the wee hours of the night, when Li Qianfan finally stopped with a sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, there were two basins in front of Li Qianfan. The basin on the left contained a deep purple liquid, while the one on the right held a light yellow fluid.

Both liquids were medicinal concoctions that Li Qianfan had prepared using the herbs he had purchased that evening. The deep purple liquid contained poison, capable of causing paralysis and a short period of immobilization, aptly named Paralysis Poison.

The toxicity of the Paralysis Poison was not very strong—it would only cause paralysis temporarily, without inflicting any real harm.

Generally, the duration of paralysis would not last very long, roughly between thirty minutes to two hours.

Of course, if one were deeply intoxicated by the Paralysis Poison, the duration of paralysis could be extended.

The light yellow liquid was the antidote to the Paralysis Poison and could pre-emptively terminate the paralysis, allowing one to regain their mobility.

Li Qianfan had been busy preparing these two medicinal solutions, and now that they were ready, he could move on to the next step.

Li Qianfan took a deep breath and slowly placed his right hand into the basin containing the deep purple Paralysis Poison.

Then, he circulated his True Qi, concentrating it into his right hand.

A whirlpool formed in the basin, with Li Qianfan's right hand at its center. The deep purple Paralysis Poison continuously flowed into his hand, which became stained with purple, giving it an eerily peculiar appearance.

A few minutes later, the medicinal liquid in the basin turned into clear water, signifying that all of the Paralysis Poison had been absorbed by Li Qianfan's right hand.

Then, Li Qianfan submerged his right hand into the other basin to absorb the antidote to the Paralysis Poison.

Once both the poison and its antidote had merged into his right hand, Li Qianfan's hand gradually returned to normal, although the back of his hand now sported a flame pattern of both purple and yellow colors.

"Finally, success!"

Li Qianfan looked at the flame pattern on the back of his hand with a deep sense of joy.

This was actually a Martial Art from the "Divine Physician Manual" called the Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand. Its effect was to integrate various medicinal substances into the palm, which could then be directly released when needed, very convenient indeed.

The power of this Martial Art was not substantial, but if used cleverly, it could often produce unexpected results.

Li Qianfan had wanted to cultivate this Martial Art for some time, but he had been too busy and lacked the necessary strength.

Now, he had finally achieved his wish.

It was at this moment that a series of knocks suddenly came from the door.

Without guessing, Li Qianfan knew it must be his sister-in-law, Meng Lin, coming to find him again.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Meng Lin standing at the doorway, her cheeks flushed and dressed in a little camisole.

"I knew you weren't asleep," Meng Lin said with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, why aren't you resting so late at night?" Li Qianfan asked.

"I can't sleep and wanted to talk to you," Meng Lin said.

"Let's talk tomorrow. I'm really tired," Li Qianfan said, yawning on purpose.

Meng Lin glared at Li Qianfan and said, "I want to talk now, let me in."

Let you in, and then what?

Li Qianfan quickly blocked the door to prevent Meng Lin from coming in, but Meng Lin refused to give up, shamelessly trying to push her way into Li Qianfan's room.

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In the midst of pushing and shoving, Meng Lin's voluptuous body repeatedly bumped and rubbed against Li Qianfan, nearly arousing his physiological response…